Carro Lyrics
[Intro: wifisfuneral]
Hey Chris, fuck you
Hey Chris, fuck you
Ayy
You know I love you, Chris
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh (Yuh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yuh, yuh)
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (You dig? You dig? You dig?)
[Verse 1: wifisfuneral]
Hunnid racks up in the pantry, look like a ransom
Niggas left me out for dead, well, shit I need some answers
Don’t cut my back for that, I only judge you off your actions
Bitch, fuck the way you talk, hold up, zoomin’ fast in the McLaren, stare
Bricks around my neck, it got me feelin’ like a polar bear
Long shot from the eagle, seagull, smokin’ OG fungus
Got my face hangin’ like Ruckus, I’m the Grim Reaper
Main bitch bag leecher, all my opps, we oversee it
I’m makin’ out oh so clear, please cuff your bitch
Before she assist, shit stiff like a stick
Crystal molly rock [? 0:46] Percocet [?]
Shake, regret, it’s in a minute
And my diamonds stacked like Tetris, take the fade, forgot to mention
And I’m payin’ close attention, enemies prayin’ I don’t make it (Facts)
But I took it, I ain’t waitin’
I was playin’ with the matrix, keep it low, you know what I’m sayin’
I was playin’ with the matrix, keep it low, you know what I’m sayin’
I was playin’ with—
[Chorus: wifisfuneral]
I ain’t even gotta speak, bruh, let the drip talk
Why your bitch all up on me, bruh? Better cuff your thot
Connect the plug like Cuban links, stuck, smokin’ through the drought
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
[Interlude: wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$]
Uh, yeah, yeah, you dig?
You dig? You dig? (The goat)
Brains right there
[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
[? 1:37] nigga, bet that thing smoke like you ain’t asthmatic
I just put Biscotti in my inhaler, they like, “How you did that, kid?”
Killed my dawgs like Vert, drinkin’ on that syrup, don’t know how I ain’t dead yet
Feel like Canada, I [? 1:47]
Jaded by the [?], I’m tryna share my percent
Actavis, drinkin’ on that mango nectar
We don’t keep no cups, no, no, no, no [?] not ever
I keep it one hunnid like a Pokémon Center
Y’all niggas know that I’m on somethin’
Know somethin’? If he want somethin’
I’ll toast him, I’ll stomp that nigga out, bitch, I’ll roast him
I’m posted, I’m not braggin’, bitch, I’m not boastin’
Go slow motion, she dark skin, bitch Kelly Rowland, like…
wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$ – CONN3CT3D (Album 2019)
01. Save a Hoe
02. Anything
03. Can’t Feel My Face
04. EA
05. Like Me
06. La Familia
07. Movin Slow
08. Okuur
09. Carro
10. Nauseous
11. Neglect